Every member of Tulip Castle was dispatched. The count, Madam Marie, Levis, Lvera, Liszt, and Lytton were dispatched. Only Madam Penélope, who was unwell, did not go.
"Lucky Liszt, deliver this potted plant to me. Tell that handsome fellow, Meopal, that my potted plant has given birth to two sprite worms."
Before leaving, Madam Penélope solemnly said to Liszt.
She already knew that her potted plant had given birth to a fig sprite worm. Therefore, she was now doubly concerned about her potted plant and truly believed that it was a treasure.
"Of course, I believe that cousin will be delighted to obtain your potted plant. Maybe he can also get a sprite worm." Levis let the servant take the potted plant.
He secretly released Magic Eyes to examine the potted plant, but there was no sign of magic power.
Madam Penélope had a matter-of-fact attitude: "It depends on his luck. If he is deeply favored by Knight's glory like you, he will certainly get a sprite worm. If he can't, then he can only blame himself for not being favored by Knight's glory, and not because my potted plant is not valuable enough. "
Liszt smiled faintly.
At this time, Lvera came over: "I can't help but be jealous of you. Why do you always get luck that others don't have? I have carefully selected grandmother's potted plants, but I can't see any signs of a sprite worm being born in any of them. However, in your hands, they give birth to sprite worms one after another. "
"You know, I am favored by Knight's glory, I am a child of glory." He had now learned to brag shamelessly. Being high-profile in the Coral Island was not a mistake.
Lvera thought for a moment, and then sighed: "I won't be surprised if you become a count one day."
"I won't be surprised either."
"You have really grown up. There is no longer a trace of your childhood self on you."
"There is. After all, I have always been handsome."
"Hehe."
… …
The ship sailed on the sea.
Liszt would spend his time at the bow when he was bored. He would place a chair, prop up an umbrella, brew a cup of green tea, and place a plate of fruit.
Enjoying the cool sea breeze caressing his face.
"You really know how to enjoy yourself." The count came out of the cabin and came to the deck, where he saw Liszt leaning back in his chair.
He couldn't help but feel resentful. He always felt that his life was different from his son's.
"The weather is too hot, and the cabin is too stuffy. It's better to come out and enjoy the sea breeze." Liszt stood up and ordered his valet, "Thomas, bring a chair over."
"Yes, Master."
"Tom, brew a cup of green tea for the Count."
"Yes, Master."
Thomas quickly moved a chair for the Count to sit down, while Tom brewed a cup of green tea and placed it on the coffee table. Whether it was the coffee table or the chairs, they were all products of the woodworking workshop that Liszt had specially brought over.
The Count's gaze fell behind Liszt.
Storm and Flame were sleeping soundly.
"A descendant of Dosen?"
"Yes, one is called Storm, and the other is called Flame."
"Do they follow Dosen or the Flyingdust Dog?" The Count asked casually.
Liszt simply replied, "They probably follow Dosen."
"It's not bad to raise a few more low-level World of Warcraft … Well, what did you just say, their bloodlines follow Dosen?" The Count couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up, walked to the two Blizzard Beasts, and reached out to touch one of them.
Storm was alert and immediately opened its eyes. When it saw the strange Count, it was about to get up and bite.
But Liszt stopped it in time. "Storm, lie down and don't move!"
After a moment.
The Count looked surprised. "This is really the performance of Intermediate World of Warcraft. Its magic dissipates very quickly, exceeding the range of Low-Level World of Warcraft … In this case, Dosen has eight descendants, doesn't it mean that there are eight more Intermediate World of Warcraft?"
"You can almost say so, but whether it is Dosen or the eight little ones, they are not powerful Intermediate World of Warcraft, but it should not be difficult to demolish a castle."
After a while.
The Count returned to his chair and slowly said, "Liszt, do you know what this means?"
"It means that once they grow up, even a Sky Knight can be besieged to death; or when Orders of chivalry charge, they can block several Orders of chivalry … It also means that I will probably be able to make brilliant achievements before I become a Sky Knight, and even meet the requirements of being a Count?"
"In an ideal situation, it is possible. Maybe I will still be a Count at that time, and you will already have the opportunity to start a new family."
"I have never thought of starting a new family."
"Starting a new family is nothing. It is just a change of name. This is the glory of nobility. The Golden Wheat Family and the Golden Wheat Family, although separated, are still very close. "The Count said," If you become a new Count, I am very willing to start a new family for you. "
Liszt still didn't quite understand what the people of this world knew about Glory, so he let out a meaningless "Oh."
The Count did not know how to continue.
With nine Intermediate World of Warcraft, as long as there were no accidents, it would not be difficult for such a force to become a Count, and becoming a Marquis was only a matter of time.
He had always been proud of his talent, fighting from a Viscount to an Count, and even had hopes of becoming a Marquis.
Although he hoped that each of his descendants would have greater achievements, he always knew that not to mention his daughter, but his three sons had the most hope of surpassing him.
It was Lytton.
This was also the reason why he had not piled up resources for Levis with all his might and become a Sky Knight.
He had pinned his hopes on his youngest son, so because of a small mistake, he had directly deprived Lytton's tutor, Zambrotta, of his title. He was looking forward to Lytton's future development. If Lytton was indeed talented, then he would not have to worry about Lytton.
If Lytton was truly talented, then with the two generations of father and son working together, becoming a Marquis was absolutely certain.
If Lytton's performance when he grew up was not as good as when he was a child, then it would not be too late to help Levis pile up potions and become a Sky Knight.
So his understanding had always been — Levis could preserve what he had, and Lytton represented hope.
As for Liszt, the older he grew, the more useless he became. From hope to disappointment, until finally he was indifferently enfeoffed. He had already become the most failed artificial creation in the Count's heart.
But it was such a son, who had been ignored by him, who now showed the momentum to surpass him.
A seventeen-year-old Elite Earth Knight was not outstanding — but Liszt became an Earth Knight after adulthood, and it only took him more than half a year to become an Elite. This talent was scary enough.
He was already so strong in terms of strength.
What was even more incredible was his luck.
The Count no longer wanted to give an example to prove how Liszt was favored by the glory of the Knight. He took a deep breath, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of green tea.
When the tea entered his mouth, he frowned. "What tea is this? It tastes so bitter?"
Liszt explained, "This is green tea brewed from the leaves of the green tea tree. It does taste bitter when you drink it, but you can taste the fragrance and fragrance between your lips and teeth after a moment."
"Is that so?" The Count carefully tasted the green tea. It was not only bitter, but there was a very novel taste behind the bitterness.
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